Soaring like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon.

There is also a free and easy atmosphere between the lines, and there is a feeling of paradise at a glance.

When Mu Zhengyang finished writing, the bamboo pole of the brush in his hand exploded.

Monk Yuantong immediately motioned for Mingle to go and get a new brush again.

Mu Zhengyang waved his hand to stop: "No need, I'm already done!"

Monk Yuantong wanted Mu Zhengyang to write directly on the wooden board, and then he found someone to chisel it out according to the glyph, and said: "Mu Jushi, your characters are ingenious, if people copy them from the paper, I am afraid it will be difficult to copy your charm, can you help write it on the wooden board?"

Mu Zhengyang picked up the paper with the words 'Damen Temple' written on it from the wooden board, and said with a slight smile: "It's already written!"

Monk Yuantong and Mingle looked at the wooden board in a daze, and there were three words on the wooden board: 'Damen Temple'.

"It's ...... , through the back of the paper!"

When writing calligraphy, the ink does penetrate the back, but generally speaking, it only penetrates the back of the paper, leaving no traces on the bottom plate, and these words seem to be written directly on the wooden board.

Mingle has been with the Yuantong monk for more than ten years, and his calligraphy also has a certain level, and he was amazed when he saw the words written by Mu Zhengyang, and then looked at the words on the wooden board, the speed of his heartbeat accelerated, and he couldn't help but look at Mu Zhengyang a few more times, "There is such a powerful person in the world! No wonder the master came back from the mountains that day and burned the 'No. 1 calligraphy' hanging on the wall!"

Monk Yuantong shook his head and stroked his palms in praise, and said to Mingle: "Go and bring my wine, and drink three glasses of wine!"

Monks abstain from alcohol.

Monk Yuantong wanted to drink as soon as he encountered something that made him happy, Mingle was very helpless, but the master drank a low-degree vegetarian wine, so he could only go and get a pot of wine and two wine glasses, and gave Monk Yuantong and Mu Zhengyang a glass.

Monk Yuantong took a sip and frowned, smacked his tongue, and said with a disgusted expression: "I have drunk this apricot blossom brew for decades, and I don't think it is unpalatable, but since I drank the osmanthus wine 'Autumn Breeze' brewed by the Muju in Tiannan Mountain, I feel that it is difficult to swallow when I drink the apricot blossom brew, which makes the Muju laugh!"

Mu Zhengyang didn't care about what Yuantong and Mingle said, as if he hadn't heard it, and drank a glass of wine.

Monk Yuantong's apricot blossom brew is not bad, but it is indeed dwarfed by his 'autumn wind coming'.

Mu Zhengyang looked at the wooden board, in fact, he hid a little mystery on the wooden board, and those words were not simply written on it.

Write the words on a wooden board and hang them outside, the handwriting is easy to blur in the wind and rain, and if you want to use it as a plaque, you need to carve it further.

Mu Zhengyang thought that since he had already helped the Yuantong monk mention the word, he would simply help someone to send the Buddha to the west, and after drinking two glasses of wine, he said: "Master Yuantong, you have a carving knife here, I still have time at this time, if you don't mind, I will help you carve this plaque!"

Plaque calligraphy carving is also a very important part of calligraphy, in the old society there were many people who learned calligraphy to make a living by carving seals for people, but now there is no pressure for survival in society, and there are very few people who can write well and carve well.

Yuantong monk Shangfa is quite famous in Ze'an City, but he doesn't know how to carve, originally planned to ask Mu Zhengyang to write a few words, and then ask friends from neighboring counties to help, but Mu Zhengyang was willing to take the initiative to help him, overjoyed and said: "Haha, the shepherd layman made a move, the poor monk is very happy, how can he mind? Mingle, don't you usually like to carve some little arhats or something? Go and bring your carving knife!"

Mingle's room was only four rooms away from the meditation room, and it didn't take long for a palm-sized carving knife to be brought.

The carving knife is bright and sharp, which shows that the owner often uses it.

The wooden planks given by the monk Yuantong are made of cypress, which is moderately soft and hard.

Mu Zhengyang's physical literacy is far beyond ordinary people, and he easily holds the carving knife, as if he is carving tofu instead of a wooden board.

Monk Yuantong knew that Mu Zhengyang was a master, and it was normal for his wrist to be strong, and Mu Zhengyang was also a calligrapher, and his carving skills were also within the expected normal range, but the sawdust turned out was actually black......

"The sawdust inside this board is stained with ink?", Mingle has no hair, but he has a feeling of numbness in his scalp.

Monk Yuantong froze for a few seconds, looked at Mu Zhengyang with monster-like eyes and said, "Mu Jushi...... ,I thought it was a simple force through the back of the paper.,It seems that I still underestimate you! The ink actually penetrates the back of the paper.,It's also deep into the wooden board.,This is the legendary three-point into the wood!"

The three points of the wood are the storyteller Wang Xizhi went to the house of a protégé to be a guest, and the protégé saw that the teacher was coming and went to buy wine and vegetables in a hurry. Wang Xi sat alone in the guest hall to rest, he saw a newly made long table in the middle of the guest hall, smooth as paper, on a whim, picked up the pen, dipped in ink, and wrote "Liang Fuyin" in real words on the long table. After I finished writing, I saw that there were still a lot of blanks, and I wrote them again in cursive.

The protégé came back from outside, and was overjoyed to see the words on the long several. The writing was vigorous and vigorous, and the protégé praised it again and again.

Wang Xizhi also felt that he was very satisfied with his writing today, and smiled on the side.

After a few days, when the protégé went out on errands, his old father felt sorry for the new long table that was painted all over it, so he found a wet rag to wipe it. After wiping it over and over again, the ink color is light, but the handwriting can't be removed.

As soon as the old man's temper came up, he simply scraped it with a knife. It took a long time to scrape the words on a few sides.

When the protégé came home, the old father said triumphantly, "I'm tired today! I scraped a few sides in three minutes to get the handwriting clean on it!"

The protégé couldn't laugh or cry, but he admired the teacher's extraordinary writing power even more.

Monk Yuantong has always regarded this as an allusion, but he actually saw the thing of 'three points into the wood' with his own eyes in real life!

Mingle was completely speechless in surprise, and his eyes narrowed into a slit and forcibly opened half of them.

Mu Zhengyang was immersed in the carving, and when he carved out all the three words, he put down the carving knife in his hand, gently patted the sawdust sticking to his hand, and smiled softly at the Yuantong monk: "Master Yuantong, your plaque has been engraved for you!"

After the three characters on the wooden board are carved, it has a more three-dimensional feeling, and there is a Zen feeling that is out of the world.

Monk Yuantong looked at the plaque and was very satisfied, and said excitedly: "This plaque carved by the shepherd himself is too precious! It's too vulgar to talk about money, so I'll give the shepherd a piece of wood to express my gratitude!"